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Eight dollars a week or a million a year—what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

(주당 8달러와 1년에 백만 달러- 그 차이는 무얼까? 수학자나 똑똑한 사람은 잘못된 답을 제시할 것이다. 동방박사들은 귀한 선물을 가져왔지만, 그 선물들 중에 '그것'은 없었다. 나의 이 모호한 주장의 의미는 뒤에 밝혀질 것이다.)

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Eight dollars a week or a million a year—

(주당 8달러와 1년에 백만 달러-)

✔eight dollars a week: 이야기 초반에 나왔던 델라와 짐의 아파트 월세 금액.

✔a million a year: '부유함'을 상징하는 금액.

what is the difference?

(그 차이는 무얼까?)

A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer.

(수학자나 똑똑한 사람은 잘못된 답을 제시할 것이다.)

✔작가가 지금 단순한 수학적 문제를 이야기하는 것이 아니라는 뜻.

✔would: 가정법 would입니다.

The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them.

(동방박사들은 귀한 선물을 가져왔지만, 그 선물들 중에 '그것'은 없었다.)

✔Magi: 성경에서 아기 예수에게 선물을 가져온 동방박사 세 사람을 가리키며, 주로 고유명사로 씁니다. The Wise Men from the East(동방의 현자)라고도 합니다. 단수형은 Magus입니다. 이들은 gold(황금), frankincense(유향), myrrh(몰약)을 선물로 가져왔습니다. 당시 중동 지방에서는 왕에게 바치는 귀한 선물들이었다고 볼 수 있습니다.

✔that was not among them: '그것은 그것들 사이에 없었다.' 굉장히 모호한 문장입니다. 일단 'that'이 지칭하는 바를 찾을 수 없습니다. 'them'은 바로 앞의 'valuable gifts', 즉 동방박사가 아기 예수에게 가져온 귀한 선물들(황금, 유향, 몰약)을 가리킵니다. 그래서 'that'은 작가가 일부러 말하지 않은 '어떤 단어'를 가리킨다고 생각할 수 있습니다. 작가는 이를 이야기 뒷부분에서 밝힐 것이라고 말합니다.

This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

(이 모호한 주장의 의미는 뒤에 밝혀질 것이다.)

✔assertion: 주장, 의견 표명.

✔this dark assertion: 이 모호한 주장. 즉, 작가가 바로 앞에 말한 'that was not among them'을 가리킵니다. dark에는 '난해한, 명료하지 않은'이란 뜻이 있습니다.

✔illuminate: 밝히다, 빛을 비추다, 조명하다.

Eight dollars a week or a million a year—what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

(주당 8달러와 1년에 백만 달러- 그 차이는 무얼까? 수학자나 똑똑한 사람은 잘못된 답을 제시할 것이다. 동방박사들은 귀한 선물을 가져왔지만, 그 선물들 중에 '그것'은 없었다. 나의 이 모호한 주장의 의미는 뒤에 밝혀질 것이다.)

- The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction.

(짐은 얼빠진 상태에서 얼른 깨어난 듯했다. 그는 소중한 델라를 품에 안았다. 여기서 잠깐 10초 동안, 사소한 다른 일을 다른 방향에서 신중하게 고찰해 보자.)

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Out of his trance

(정신 나간 상태로부터)

✔trance: 정신 나간 상태, 비몽사몽, 최면 상태

Jim seemed quickly to wake.

(짐은 얼른 깨어난 것 같았다.)

He enfolded his Della.

(그는 델라를 감싸 안았다.)

✔enfold: (사람이나 사물을) 감싸다, 둘러싸다

For ten seconds

(10초 정도)

let us regard

(우리 생각해 봅시다)

✔regard: ~을 생각하다, ~에 주의를 기울이다

with discreet scrutiny

(신중하게 따져 가면서)

✔discreet: 신중한

✔scrutiny: 면밀한 조사, 꼬치꼬치 따지기

some inconsequential object

(어떤 중요하지 않은 것을)

✔inconsequential: 중요하지 않은

✔object: 사물

in the other direction.

(다른 방향에서)

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction.

(짐은 얼빠진 상태에서 얼른 깨어난 듯했다. 그는 소중한 델라를 품에 안았다. 여기서 잠깐 10초 동안, 사소한 다른 일을 다른 방향에서 신중하게 고찰해 보자.)

- The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry

The Gift of the Magi

by O. Henry

ONE dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name “Mr. James Dillingham Young.”

The “Dillingham” had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called “Jim” and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn’t go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling—something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim’s gold watch that had been his father’s and his grandfather’s. The other was Della’s hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty’s jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della’s beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: “Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds.” One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the “Sofronie.”

“Will you buy my hair?” asked Della.

“I buy hair,” said Madame. “Take yer hat off and let’s have a sight at the looks of it.”

Down rippled the brown cascade.

“Twenty dollars,” said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

“Give it to me quick,” said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim’s present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation—as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim’s. It was like him. Quietness and value—the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends—a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

“If Jim doesn’t kill me,” she said to herself, “before he takes a second look at me, he’ll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do—oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty-seven cents?”

At 7 o’clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit of saying a little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: “Please God, make him think I am still pretty.”

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two—and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

“Jim, darling,” she cried, “don’t look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn’t have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It’ll grow out again—you won’t mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say ‘Merry Christmas!’ Jim, and let’s be happy. You don’t know what a nice—what a beautiful, nice gift I’ve got for you.”

“You’ve cut off your hair?” asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don’t you like me just as well, anyhow? I’m me without my hair, ain’t I?”

Jim looked about the room curiously.

“You say your hair is gone?” he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

“You needn’t look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,” she went on with sudden serious sweetness, “but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?”

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The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two—and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

“Jim, darling,” she cried, “don’t look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn’t have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It’ll grow out again—you won’t mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say ‘Merry Christmas!’ Jim, and let’s be happy. You don’t know what a nice—what a beautiful, nice gift I’ve got for you.”

“You’ve cut off your hair?” asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don’t you like me just as well, anyhow? I’m me without my hair, ain’t I?”

Jim looked about the room curiously.

“You say your hair is gone?” he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

“You needn’t look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,” she went on with sudden serious sweetness, “but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?”

- The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry

“You needn’t look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,” she went on with sudden serious sweetness, “but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?”

("그건 찾지 마." 델라가 말했다. "팔았다니까. 팔아서 이제 없어. 오늘 크리스마스 이브잖아. 나한테 잘해, 머리는 자길 위해서 판 거니까. 그 사람들이 내 머리카락은 다 세어 봤을지도 모르지만" 델라는 갑자기 진심 어린 애교를 보였다. "자길 위한 내 사랑은 누구도 셀 수 없을 거야. 갈비 올릴까, 짐?")

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“You needn’t look for it,” said Della.

("내 머리를 찾을 필요 없어." 델라가 말했다.)

✔조동사 need: need를 조동사처럼 쓸 수 있습니다. 이때 뒤에는 to가 오지 않고, 주로 부정 표현으로 needn't + [동사원형]의 형태로 씁니다. 뜻은 '...할 필요가 없다'로 do not need to 또는 do not have to와 동일합니다. You don't need to look for it.

“It’s sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too.

("팔았다니까- 팔아서 없어졌어.)

It’s Christmas Eve, boy.

(오늘 크리스마스 이브잖아.)

Be good to me, for it went for you.

(나한테 잘해, 자기 때문에 팔았으니까.)

✔went: 머리카락이 가버렸다.

Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,”

(어쩌면 내 머리카락에는 숫자가 붙었을지도 모르지만")

✔number: 수를 세다. 또는 번호를 매기다. '그들이 내 머리카락 숫자를 세었을 것이다'라고 해석할 수도 있고, '내 머리카락에 가격이 붙었을 것이다'라고 해석할 수도 있습니다. 여기서는 hairs를 복수로 표현한 것으로 봐서, '숫자를 세다' 쪽이 작가의 의도에 부합하는 것으로 보입니다.

she went on with sudden serious sweetness,

(그녀는 갑자기 진심 어린 애교를 보였다.)

“but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?”

("하지만 자기를 향한 내 사랑은 누구도 셀 수 없을 거야. 갈비 올릴까, 짐?")

“You needn’t look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell you—sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,” she went on with sudden serious sweetness, “but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?”

("그건 찾지 마." 델라가 말했다. "팔았다니까. 팔아서 이제 없어. 오늘 크리스마스 이브잖아. 나한테 잘해, 머리는 자길 위해서 판 거니까. 그 사람들이 내 머리카락은 다 세어 봤을지도 모르지만" 델라는 갑자기 진심 어린 애교를 보였다. "자길 위한 내 사랑은 누구도 셀 수 없을 거야. 갈비 올릴까, 짐?")

- The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry

“You’ve cut off your hair?” asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don’t you like me just as well, anyhow? I’m me without my hair, ain’t I?”

Jim looked about the room curiously.

“You say your hair is gone?” he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

("자기 머리를 잘랐다고?" 짐이 힘들게 입을 떼며 물었다. 아무리 애를 써 봐도, 그 명백한 사실을 받아들일 수 없는 것 같았다.

"잘라서 팔았어." 델라가 말했다. "그래도 날 좋아하는 마음은 변함없지? 머리가 짧아도 나는 나잖아, 안 그래?"

짐은 이해가 안 된다는 듯이 방안을 둘러보았다.

"그러니까 자기 머리카락이 이제 없다는 거지?" 짐은 머릿속에 아무 생각도 없는 사람처럼 말했다.)

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“You’ve cut off your hair?”

("머리를 잘랐다고?")

asked Jim, laboriously,

(짐이 힘들게 입을 떼며 물었다)

✔laboriously: 힘들게, 어렵게, 느리게

as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet

(마치 그 명백한 사실에 아직 도달하지 못한 것처럼)

✔patent: 명백한. 명사로는 '특허'.

even after the hardest mental labor.

(열심히 정신적으로 노력한 후에도)

“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della.

"머리 잘라서 팔았어." 델라가 말했다.

“Don’t you like me just as well, anyhow?

("그래도 변함없이 날 좋아해 줄 거지?")

✔as well: 또한, 역시, 마찬가지로

I’m me without my hair, ain’t I?”

("머리카락이 없어도 나는 나잖아, 안 그래?")

Jim looked about the room curiously.

(짐은 궁금하다는 듯이 방을 둘러보았다.)

✔curiously: 호기심을 가지고, 알 수 없다는 듯이, 어리둥절하여

“You say your hair is gone?” he said,

("그러니까 자기 머리카락이 이제 없다는 거지?" 그가 말했다.)

with an air almost of idiocy.

(거의 머리가 텅 빈 것 같은 느낌으로)

✔idiocy: 바보 같음.

“You’ve cut off your hair?” asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don’t you like me just as well, anyhow? I’m me without my hair, ain’t I?”

Jim looked about the room curiously.

“You say your hair is gone?” he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

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("자기 머리를 잘랐다고?" 짐이 힘들게 입을 떼며 물었다. 아무리 애를 써 봐도, 그 명백한 사실을 받아들일 수 없는 것 같았다.

"잘라서 팔았어." 델라가 말했다. "그래도 날 좋아하는 마음은 변함없지? 머리가 짧아도 나는 나잖아, 안 그래?"

짐은 이해가 안 된다는 듯이 방안을 둘러보았다.

"그러니까 자기 머리카락이 이제 없다는 거지?" 짐은 머릿속에 아무 생각도 없는 사람처럼 말했다.)

- The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry